Man who waved…
My chosen sketch was Sally McGill’s Man who waved/Tin Box Shop:
MAN WHO WAVED:
Every evening the same
The night train to Delhi passing through.
Where do they all come from?
What do they want?
What do they see?
Is anyone from Bolton ever on it?
Just after the level crossing
A tin box shop. Not a shop selling tin boxes
But a shop made of a tin box, upended.
Passed too fast to see what it’s selling
But the man in front of it waved.
The train must pass every night.
Has he ever been on it?
What does he make of us?